With weariness of that long march, and sleptJust as we fell. No further watch was kept,Our arms not laid beside us; by the horseNo yoke nor harness ordered. Hector’s forceHad victory, so my master heard, and laySecure, just waiting for the dawn of dayTo attack. So thought we all, and our lines brokeAnd slept. After a little time I woke,Thinking about my horses, that the mornMust see them yoked for war. I found the corn